shards

i will know that i am healed

when you no longer

drip from my mind

in ink

into my fingers.

when I want to write about

the way the raindrops

dance on my window

and the sound they make

i will know that i am whole.

when I talk about the sun and wine glasses

and your face no longer

blurs the world around me

i will know my cracks have become wildflowers.

but I do not want to be a mirror

and white light

i want to be the shards

that reflect the rainbow

so I will write about you

and your darkness

that breaks me.